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Though I think when you demand you should also be updating *eyes her*.
The last week or so I have been picking strawberries to make a few extra dollars. It also gets me out of the house and I haven’t been killed by any large field dwelling bugs. Go me.! I cant say I ever want to do it again but it’s not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I’ve made a few ‘field friends’, probably no one I will ever talk to again but they fill in some time chatting..
My mother called me today and asked if I would be interested in working for two weeks cleaning. The cleaner at work is taking his two weeks vacation so they were looking for someone to fill his spot. I agree thinking I could use some more money *rubs hands together*. I have never had a cleaning job but all my jobs always involved cleaning of some sort so I don’t think it’ll be that hard. This evening I went down and had a walk through with the buddy who is going on vacation. I’ll be working 3pm-11pm Sunday through Thursday for the next two weeks. It should be interesting to the say the least.. I start Monday…
Other than that. I haven’t been doing much. I don’t know if it’s just me but I feel extremely boring lately. I have nothing to say and nothing too exciting goes on around me so I haven’t had much to write about.
Kitty came home last Thursday afternoon, her ‘hysterectomy’ didn’t seem to phase her in the least. She’s been jumping around like she hadn’t been put under the knife. All is well in her wee’ little land..
Over and out good buddies..
The house feels so different and lonely without kitty today. She went in yesterday morning to get sliced and diced. The vet said she had beautiful features and was an extremely clean and a sweet kitty *beams*.
I just thought i should remind myself how much i missed having her here the last 24 hours. Because i am sure come three days from now i will feel the urge to pitch her out the window.
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This past weekend a lady I took care of died. I haven’t seen her since January of 2005, my last day of work – the day she tried to give me five dollars so I could buy my self something while I was in Oregon. Even though it’s been over a year since i seen her it somehow still bothered me. I was in a field picking strawberries yesterday morning when I happen to over-hear three of the other people there talking. They had said she died this weekend. I said “So and so died?” making sure I had heard correctly. They said “yes, did you know her?” I responded with “Yes, I took care of her when I lived in Truro.” They all looked at me funny and carried on with the conversation. This is the first time I found out from someone other than my boss that one of the residents I took care of died and it seemed strange. I’m not sad she’s gone, like always I know how hard her life has been the last few years and that she is better off but no matter how many people you know die it still never gets easy.
I have taken care of a good number of people in my life and I think somehow it always bothers me that a person I took care of died. It seems different than if just a random person I know dies.. if that makes any sense.
She was one of the few in my years there that remembered your name and smiled when she saw you come in. I cant say she was one of my favorites but her and I had long conversation during the times she would try and keep me in her room talking – looking for extra attention I suppose. She would always tell me that I should have been / should become a nurse. That I should never settle for less than I deserve and that I should never rely on a man. These seem like simple statements now but knowing the people I have taken care and the depth of conversations and statements they made it somehow sticks with me to this day.
Her funeral was held today in the county I am currently in, she was from here. I was half tempted to go but I would have felt out of place. I only ever met her son and that was only for brief moments. I have this odd curiosity when it comes to those I have taken care of. I want to know what they were like when they were younger, their history. I also like to go to the funerals for two reasons – One to say good bye and two to see the people who come to pay their respects to them.
Several years back and I am thinking at least 10 years ago I had this problem so I went to the doctor. Every time I yawned or opened my mouth too wide my jaw would crack. I was quite concerned with this thinking something was seriously wrong. My doctor told me that it was probably due to grinding my teeth at night. Not long after I talked to him about it, it went away.
I hadn’t really thought of this pain in a long time. Though, the last two days I have been reminded of it since it’s returned. I don’t know how common this is but let me tell you when you go to enjoy a yawn and your jaw cracks it flipping hurts. Too the point sometimes it makes me want to cry.
Now that isn’t my only issue to complain about today. Over the last few weeks I have been having a hell of a time sleeping and getting comfortable. Once I do get to sleep somehow I end up in the most terrible position and I wake up with a sore neck and then that leads to a headache.
AND I have been having these little pains in my lower back again. They are nothing like the ones I suffered from this time last year but it really worries me that it could get as bad as it was… and trust me it was pretty bad. When you cant bend the two inches to spit the toothpaste out of your mouth without having a sharp, sudden pain going through your lower spine it’s scary.
I not totally sure what has brought these things on. My pillow / sleeping arrangements haven’t changed so that cant be a factor. I haven’t been lifting or doing anything different. I do know that pretty much since I gave up my bed to my sister when she was here early last month my sleeping has been totally off. I wouldn’t think that two days in another bed would have ruined my current sleep life.
I hate to be a complainer but some people forget what pain was like - not me. Anytime I have ever suffered any kind of physical pain.. I remember it like it happened ten minutes ago. I am not a fan of pain.. AT ALL!.
I don’t have anything to say. Lately my life seems pretty boring. I am not unhappy or overly happy. I’m just content and I really don’t feel like posting. I’m sure this feeling will pass in time and I’ll have more than one thing to say each week.
So what do you do when you don’t have anything to say? You do a survey? Of course.